<~>14 Aug 2002

angry about the mask. hmm. i've got a closet full of them. you will too, someday. i think it's the whispering behind it, more than the mask itself. just think about how small that space is, between the lies and the mask. heat it up. put a mirror behind him to catch them as they flow out from his(?) poisoned lips. bottle them up. what color are they, the daggered, dripping lies? and how do so many hide away behind the carved insides?